BUDDY – BLACK 2 Lyrics

BUDDY BLACK 2 Lyrics

Mmh, mmh, yeah
Sound ’bout right
Oh, no, that souded, that sound ’bout right
Uh-huh, yeah
Nah, you ain’t, you ain’t never tell the law
You ain’t told the law
Yeah, uh

Everybody wanna be an athlete (Athlete)
Everybody wanna rap on beats (Rap on beats)
Everybody wanna eat watermelon and fried chicken
But sorry it’s a black thing (It’s a black thing)
Everybody wanna hit after me (After me)
Watch your back, ’cause they after me (After me)
Got different women up in my living room tryna measure my d!ck
Maybe it’s a black thing (It’s black thing)
Don’t sub-tweet at me (At me)
We used to kick freestyles in the backseat (Backseat)

We used to ditch cla$$rooms, did it gladly
Used to sell crack in the alley, yeah
Finally got a pot I can piss in
Workin’ overtime, and you can tell if you listen
I don’t wanna find or divide or division
I been gettin’ high niqqas, it’s a black thing (It’s a black thing)
Back shots ’til she knock me (Knock me)
I be on new sh!t, so they copy, the divide tree
Blew her head in, watch me, niqqa, don’t watch TV (TV)
You can get it all on CD (CD), buy a new [?] it’s homicidal
Every time you at my residual I will serve you like appetizers
You should know niqqa, I’m your idol, I’m your idol now

Grew up in the west, bumpin’ Dogg, Pound and Jigga
Everybody wanna be black, don’t nobody wanna be a niqqa
Feel like Malcolm X, peekin’ outside my window
Everybody wanna be black, but don’t nobody wanna be a niqqa

Everybody tryna get dreads and sh*t, but they ain’t African
All the light girls gettin’ the tan so they can darken they skin
I’m sorry, it’s a black thing (It’s a black thing)
I don’t give a f–k, I said the sh*t, with the rhetoric
Everybody wanna design something for Louis Vuitton
Baby, it’s a black thing (It’s black thing)
Blacked out in the backseat in the black Jeep listening to Black by me (By me)
You can catch me at [?] eating on gumbo with the black IP
Black on black on black, niqqa, I’m back on back on track
My sh*t black on, if you aren’t a niqqa then you can’t say niqqa

It’s a black thing (It’s a black thing)
Spike Lee do the right thing (Right thing)
Don’t step on my Nikes, just got these
Go rogue for the neck piece, niqqa, yep in my white tee (Yep)
Know you wanna be just like me, huh?
‘Til the police wanna lock me up
Chevy on creep black Airforce 1’s
We just gon’ beat ’em, we just gon’ be
You can ask about me

Grew up in the west, bumpin’ Dogg, Pound and Jigga
Everybody wanna be black, don’t nobody wanna be a niqqa
Feel like Malcolm X, peekin’ outside my window
Everybody wanna be black, but don’t nobody wanna be a niqqa, uh